Negative Career Trajectory

After Barbara had made herself look like a clown, Kevin came up with another idea. He walked over to her. "Babs, I really need to talk to you in private. You need to hear this."

"OK, Kevin, let's go to conference room B."

Kevin followed Barbara into the empty conference room and shut the door.

"So what is it, Kevin?" said an impatient Barbara.

"Word is you might be fired."

Barbara's eyes got big. "Fired, me?! Why?!"

"Well, for one thing, you have not been a team player recently."

"What do you mean?"

"We all agreed it would be hilarious and cute if every person in this firm would take photos of ourselves in the opposite gender's bathroom in our underwear and email those photos out to everyone else, but you were the only one not to do it, so everyone thinks you're a stuck up prude who thinks she's better than everyone else. You don't want that, do you?"

"Of course not! I....I just forgot."

"Well, I'll help you. Go into the men's room and strip to your bra and panties. I'll use your phone to take photos of you acting sexy by the urinals, then you can email them to everyone, so everyone will know you're a team player with a sense of humor."

"Oh thank you, Kevin! Let's go now!"

Kevin followed Barbara into the men's room. Luckily it was empty. Barbara stripped to her black bra and matching panties. She unlocked her phone and gave it to Kevin.

"Kneel between the urinals, arch your back, lift your hair, and pout."

"Good idea," said Barbara as she did just that.

Kevin took her photo. "Now turn around, put a hand on each urinal handle, stick out your butt, look over your shoulder and pout again." Kevin took a photo of Barbara making a fool of herself. He then had her pretend to be enjoying the smell of the urinal, cupping her big boobs, and blowing kisses to the camera while on her knees. He handed her back the phone. "Good, now get dressed and email those photos ASAP!"

"Thank you, Kevin," said Barbara as she started to dress.

"And for god's sake, show a lot more cleavage!" Said Kevin. "Stop dressing like a nun."

"Oh, OK." Barbara put her blouse on but left the top five buttons undone.

Kevin smiled and went back to his desk. Barbara followed him a few moments later and hooked her phone up to her computer. Kevin smiled and formulated more deviltry.